Wake Up, Death Is Around....

Racing away to my own death,

Am I,

Oblivious, of its a certainty,

Immersed, in the humdrum of life,

Am I,

Living, paradoxically with,

Strange tranquility!

It will come; it has to come,

Often; unannounced!

So little time life gives us,

To live, peacefully, with all, around!

From morn to night,

Dusk to dawn,

It is only, life’s machine sound.

Nay! Isn't it high time

To wake up, and get back, to the ground?

Yet how capricious is fate,

Fortune sets her own bait;

We realize it too late,

Only when the hour’s crossed,

And our precious life is lost!